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The streets of Fandom, Saturday

After his bout of moping last night, Roland was back out on the streets with his guitar, ready for what he hoped would be decent sized crowds of friends and family. Well, decent for Fandom, anyway. A handful of coins would be good, really.

The night before had reminded him of some good music to play, at least. His guitar seemed enthusiastic about the chance to play something nice and uptempo.

[ooc: for -- eventually -- myself, but open before that.]

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One second there was no one there, the next, there was a Parker. Listening intently.

"Nice."

Roland startled. The A-string went sharp. Years on the streets had made him good at recovering, though. He nodded to Parker and paused to tune the a-string with a practiced flourish.

"You do this professionally, right?" Parker checked. Introductions were for... well, really, she wasn't sure what they were for, sometimes.

"Only job I've got," Roland agreed easily. She was a little abrupt, but honestly, he'd heard worse.

"So that's a really good guitar?"

Because really, Eliot didn't need any excuses.

"Well," Roland said, giving the guitar a fond look. "I'd say she gets the job done right."

"Cool!"

That would be Parker grabbing the guitar and running, then disappearing up a fire escape in 15 seconds.

And that would be Roland staring down at his hands, unable to entirely comprehend what had just happened.

By the time he'd worked it out, Parker was well away from his "HEY!"

He had absolutely no frame of reference for how to deal with that.

Evan had thought about maybe trying to sneak up on Roland and surprise him. Right up until he caught sight of the expression on his friend's face.

"Roland!" he called. "What's the matter? What's happened?"

"She --" Roland said. "Did you see --"

Give it a moment.

"Evan?!"

Evan smiled at that. "Roland. I'm here."

Any other time, and that expression would have made Roland's knees turn to water. For now . . . he was a little distracted. "That woman just stole my guitar!" he said. "That bitch!"

"Ah," said Evan. "The blonde woman?" He stared after where Parker had run. ". . . She'll bring it back."

"She -- I -- You cannot possibly know that!"

"Roland," Evan said. "It's a little muddied, but there's light in that woman. She'll bring it back."

"She'd goddamn well better." Roland scowled. ". . . What are you doing here?"

Evan smiled again. "You called."

Ah. There were the watery knees.

"I did?"

"Last night?" Evan said, looking concerned. "Was I mistaken?"

"Last night . . . That's all I had to do to contact you? Jesus."

"You poured your soul into that song, Roland. That is nothing to belittle." The smile this time was a little sad and very fond. "We've missed you. Rebecca's been very concerned."

"About me? Why?"

"Because she cares about you. You just vanished one day. Until now I had no idea how or why."

"Vanished?"

Fandom. It had to be.

"Jesus," he said again. "I'm sorry, man, I had no idea."

"Of course not," Evan said. "Just . . . next time, don't take so long to call."

About half an hour later, Parker reappeared, almost as suddenly as Evan.

"Here you go. Thanks for that." She gave Roland a smile. See? Harmless person!

Roland grabbed the guitar and checked it over for marks or scratches or . . . well, he didn't know but she'd stolen it. Reassured she was in good shape, he clutched it to his chest.

"Who are you?"

"Parker," she said, in tones of Duh. "Oh, and Sophie said I should give you this. Eliot did really well."

'This' was a hundred dollar bill, and a small note that said, We apologize for the inconvenience and any trauma.

Roland stared at the money.

He hadn't had that much cash on hand in a very, very long time.

"You -- how --"

Evan was going to be insufferable about this.

Parker, however, was already scaling the building. Her head popped over the side of the roof.

"Get some chocolate!"

and then she was gone.

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